Chandler Bing!

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Chandler gripped the edge of the seat, throwing his arms mbele as his only daughter braked hard to avoid hitting the car in front of her. His hand hit the glove, glovu compartment soundly, Erica's concerned face informing him he wasn't the only one who'd heard the crack his wrist had made.

"Daddy…" Erica alisema nervously, and the car jerked forwards, accelerating at a disturbing rate through the busy intersection.

"Erica, brake!" Chandler instructed, catching a glimpse of his pale white face in the side mirror.

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The uchungu, chungu winter wind bit his face, as he wrestled his way through the large holiday crowd. He'd always hated shopping—especially at this time of year. In fact, he really wanted to curse out loud, at the shoppers, at the weather…and at Monica for having to work later than normal, because 'it's the holidays'.

"Daddy, I have to go to the potty," Erica pulled on Chandler's right arm, and yanked him from his thoughts. He looked down at his daughter, who was clearly not having a good time, and smiled softly....

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Summery: A moto could change the Marafiki lives especially Monica's.This fic takes place after the series finale. Monica and Chandler live in Westchester with now 7 mwezi old Jack and Erica. Monica is 4 months pregnant. (Yeah., yeah she's always preggers but that's the way I like it lol) Ross and Rachel are engaged Emma is 2. Mike and Phoebe are still married. Joey is living in LA staring on Deep Powder.

Chandler...

Ross- I know! What are the odds! Rach… could could I ask wewe something…?
Rachel- Of course!
Ross- If wewe found out wewe were pregnant in Paris, would wewe have come back?
Rachel- Of course! It would have been an excuse to come back, I actually didn’t think of staying there long anyway. I know before that I wanted to be successful, but I don’t upendo fashion as much as I upendo you.
Ross- Oh, Rach! wewe upendo me zaidi than fashion!? Even Prada and Luis Vuitton and Gucci?!
Rachel-… Don’t tempt me!....Hey, where’s Emma?
Ross- Oh, I put her down for a nap.
Rachel- Good, she needs her sleep, waiting...

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

Ross- Rach, I’m going to work, will wewe be okay with Emma? (Heading out the door)

Rachel- I am her mother! I think I can handle my own child!

Ross- Jeese, why so mean? I was just making sure wewe didn’t have any plans au something.

Rachel- Oh, I’m sorry, Ross. I just have been so high strung lately. After refusing to go to Paris, I’ve been so hormonal. I think I’ll take Emma to the park and take a long walk; just the two of us.

Ross- Ok, honey. I just wanna make sure wewe were OK. I mean, maybe it’s all the wedding planning too. Monica used to get this way… Anyways…...